Page 13 of One Night with My Lawyers
Oh, hell yes.
Theo lets go of my wrists so I can pull the dress over my head. He takes it from me and drapes it on a padded hanger. He clasps my wrists again and steers me to the mirror covering the wall. “Look at yourself,” he says. “I want you to watch everything I am going to do to you.”
“Yes, Theo.”
“Mr. Keppel,” he corrects.
Arousal shudders through me at his stern tone. God, this is so good. How could I have forgotten this mix of nerves and desire and anticipation? “Yes, Mr. Keppel,” I say dutifully.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. My bra and panties are unabashedly sexy, Agent Provocateur's finest. The dark greenfabric is sheer. Black straps crisscross my cleavage and hips. To complete the outfit, I’m wearing a garter belt and sheer black stockings.
No need to be coy; I’m dressed for sex.
Heat flares in Theo's eyes. “Very nice,” he says approvingly, his thumb stroking the seam of the stocking. “Did you wear this for us?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Idiot.Come on, Addie. This is a rookie mistake, and you're better than this. “Yes, Mr. Keppel.”
He moves closer to me, and I can feel the bulge of his erection against my ass. “Look at how beautiful you are,” he says. His big palm rests on my stomach. “How fucking sexy. You wore this to drive Shane and me mad, didn’t you, Addie?” His fingers grip my hip. “Did you think we’d tear off your clothes, throw you down, and fuck you hard? Is that what you want?”
My nipples are so hard they hurt.
“No answer, Addie?” A smile softens his expression. His hand leaves my hip and travels to my breast again. He squeezes. “What about now?” His voice sounds detached, but I can see his face in the mirror and feel his erection. He’s not as calm as he’s pretending to be. “Is this sex, Addie?”
Ilikethis game. “No, Mr. Keppel.” I inhale sharply as his thumb strokes my engorged nub.
“This?” He bends his head and sucks my hot, swollen nipple into his mouth. My pussy weeps in pleasure, and I fight to stay still. “No?” He looks across the room at Shane in feigned confusion. “Any ideas?”
Shane leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “Come here, Addie.”
He stands up and moves the punishment bench out of the way. He circles me slowly, examining my body. “Theo and I have one goal today.”
“To make me come?” I ask hopefully.
He chuckles. “That too.” He takes off his jacket, drapes it on the back of the couch, and undoes his cufflinks to roll up his sleeves. It’s unbearably sexy. “Theo and I want to learn your limits. We’re going to push you tonight.”
I nod.
“But only to the point where you’re enjoying yourself,” Theo adds. “If it’s too much at any point, I expect you to use your safeword.”
“Yes, Mr. Keppel.”
Theo walks up behind me. His fingers trace the cups of my bra. “Let’s get this off.” He undoes the clasp and slides the straps over my shoulders. I shiver at his touch. It’s been over two years. I’ve forgotten how much I missed this. I feel like a new submissive again, eager and nervous. Ready.
Shane buckles cuffs around my wrists. “Lift your arms in the air,” he orders. I obey. He moves to the wall and presses a switch. Two chains lower from the ceiling.
Theo clips my cuffed wrist onto them and gets down on his knees. “Spread your legs, Addie.”
I look down and see he’s holding a spreader bar. Ooh, yes. I move my feet apart, and Theo fastens the padded cuffs around my ankles.
“Ready?” Shane says. He presses the switch again, and the chains rise, lifting me until I’m stretched taut. My feet are still on the floor, but I have no slack. None at all.
“How is that?”
“It’s fine for now. I’m not sure how long I can hold it.”
